Inverted Bowl fluffy, Product testing Chapter 7 - Lothmar

The week passed quickly, albeit painfully for Jim as the sunburn made its appearance that night and was fully apparent the next day. Apparently, Jim went to a place called ‘work’ during the weekdays to make something called money that humans traded between themselves for thinks like food and things when they didn’t want to make those things themselves. As the week went on Jim even found himself less and less worried about checking his phone or computer ap to check in on his fluffy at home. He still did on breaks but they no longer consumed the majority of this time like they used to.

Nugget had aided flatbed in acclimating to these times by teaching him about things like when the auto-feeder dispensed lunch and er… Huh now that she thought about it she really didn’t do much during the days until daddy got back. But now she had a friend to play with and talk to and didn’t have to just think up ways to keep herself occupied. Only one particular topic of importance came up that week.

“Fwatbed, Nugget am wowwied…” She said in a reluctant tone head tilting towards the floor.

“What wong speciaw fwiend?” Flatbed responds with a curious head tilt.

“Nugget nu wan say buh…. Nugget tinks Wosey wike fwatbed.” Nugget adds closing her eyes somewhat in fear of accepting the reality of the situation.

“Fwatbed wike wosey too. Waise and pway wike widdwe sissie. She wuz a gud fwuffy.” Flatbed added very matter of factly with a smile on his face as he reminisced about their time together.
Nugget was torn on whether she should just let flatbed remain thick to this and hope that it just never became an issue. No, that wouldn’t do for a proper relationship. “Nuu~ wike. Tink Wosey wan fwatbed be Wosey’s speciaw fwiend.” She added in an exhausted and mildly irritated tone.

“Bu, nugget am speciaw fwiend. . .” His face began to show signs of struggle as he thought hard on the subject. “Fwuffies can onwy hab one speciaw fwiend wight?” He added assuming he was right but was very curious if he had discovered something amazing.

“YUS!” Nugget added indignantly puffing her cheeks but Flatbeds vacant overthinking expression changing to childlike wonder soon deflated her rage and she found herself giggling before laughing.

“Wha su funny?” Flatbed adding coming over to snuggle.
“Ou’.” She added booping his nose with hers.
“Oo yeah?” He added rubbing his snout on hers in response.
The two coo’d and burbled playfully. Hopefully this first initial speed bump in their relationship was resolved. Flatbed wouldn’t cheat on her… Right?


“It am almost pawk day, Wosey su cited.” The rose colored pegasus added running for a moment in circles before prancing in place.

“Mmm-hmm, dat’s nice.” Came a sigh from under the covers of a pet bed.

“Sisstant, it past second nummies time. Nu stay in bedsies aww day~” Rosey added approaching as she started to pull at the sheets.

“Nuu-wan get up…” The sheets clenched and coiled tighter.

“Fine, time fow a wide den big sissie.” Rosey added with a smirk before confirming her grip and yanking the blanket enough to dislodge her sisters wrapped form off the bed and onto the floor before proceeding to drag her around the playmats. Slowly but surely Assistants grip lessened and the ball of cloth unfurled and the fluffy was deposited on the Matt with a sigh.

Assistant had white fluff like a lab coat and a raven black mane and tail and a simple horn. Her mane and tail was cut shortish and probably once had a business professional style to it but it was unkempt from depressive sleeping. “Fine, am up.” Assistant added standing up bags and dark rings around her eyes sagging.

“Nu twy be meany sistant, just wan share happies wif ou’.” Rosey added stepping over to her adoptive older sisters side and leaning her head into her shoulder and wrapping her left wing across her back.

“Sistant know…” she added with a sniffle. “Miss babbehs… Huu~” The two hugged and cried it out as they remembered Assistants recent litter of stillborns. What’s worse, the ones that did make it were special like their daddy and were promptly separated from her after her feeding due to needing medical support.

“Maybeh doctow mummah wet ou’ see babbehs when heawtthy?” Rose added after licking the tears from her sisters face.

“Ou tink so?” Assistant added knowing the likelihood but still wanting to cling to such a hope.

“Wosey hope so…” She added in a mildly concerned tone since she didn’t want to give a reassuring lie.

“Tank ou’ Wosey.” She added with a sigh. “Teww Sistant about Babbeh’s daddy gain?” She added walking over to the bowl and eating the food she had ignored from breakfast.

“Fwatbed am so hansome now~” She gushed about the step stallions looks and deeds, soon enough it would be Sunday again.


“Hmmph, dat am wast dummeh babbeh…” Sunny added grunting with dismay after grunting in completion. The foal creaked pained sounds from its mouth and crawled while dribbling a trail behind it as Sunny pulled out and went over to his water bottle to rehydrate. Daddy had picked up a mare and her foals from the alley last sunday and he’d been enjoying ‘playing’ with the foals while daddy played with the mummah. They were old enough to run and even try and fight which was much more appealing to Sunny then blind peepers but any hole in a storm or whatever the analogy was.

“Maybe daddeh weave enough of mawe weft to get Sunny thwu tomowwow?” He pondered curiously as he remembers this was the last foal and she had apparently been feeding them if the shit on his dick was any indication.

“Oh, ou stiww awibe?” Sunny added after turning around and seeing the foal was not where he had left it and was hiding. However the hunt would be short since it had left a very obvious trail. “Gud’. Sunny need wickie cweanies.” He added casually pretending to look one direction before darting his head behind the litterbox where the foal hid under its front hooves crying while praying not to be seen.

“Need be nice and cwean when enf ou’ mummah and toughies mawe soon.” They added before gripping the colt by the shoulders with his front hooves and lowering them while adjusting his position.

“Screee~garggle!*” “Enf-EnfEnf~”
Soon it would be sunday.

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Since it was asked elsewhere.

Flatbed was roughly 3-4 months at the start of the project. Then spent a month with the foals/self growing during the project then some downtime. So he’s probably middle of 5 months which I consider to be a fully grown and well adjusted fluffy. Still a young Stallion but almost full grown.

I tend to respond to the camp that fluffies can breed from 2 months up (Young adult stage) but before 5 months is risky for young mares. Assistant would be in that 3-5 month camp putting her at risk which is why there was complications. Rosey was slightly younger so probably the 3-4 month range.

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If the inverted Bowl Fluffy is deemed a success we’ll get to see other Fluff based items and furniture, like a foot rest, or chair all exist to soak in their misery.

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F1intstone esque tone: “Its a wiving~” Sitcom music

I was the one who brought that up, it makes sense although if it is an experiment, using Assisstant at too young an age feels like they’re looking for a problem, unless that was the idea

“I keep telling you you’re not ready for foals yet…~Gets asked ten more times over the week~ You know what, sure but these will be the only foals you get to have until doctor momma says so.”

“Oh no, what a shame…” Takes the survivors away for ‘treatment’.

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